Journal Entry 3/22

The storm stole the sun.  The large black clouds took over the passive late summer day.  They came in from the South moving like an enourmous dark gray elephant in the sky.


From Black Stallion, Farley(2002)

“Alexander Ramsey, known to his friends back home in New Your City as Alec, leaned over the rail and watched the water slide away from the sides of the boat.   His red hair blazed redder than ever in the hot sun; his tanned elbows rested heavily on the rail as he turned his freckled face back toward the fast-disappearing shore.”

Kingboro Press 3/20

Snippets for the Kingsboro Press

“The storm hit us form nowhere,” said the wet and beaten mayor of Kingboro. “We’ve got helicopters circling the city looking for survivors and 60% of the city is destroyed. Luckily, for us we live nowhere near a water source and we only suffered minimal flood damage,” Mayor Jackson Black stated yesterday.
“The aftermath left us without power, it was quiet. It was shocking to see, what you could only image on TV, happen to you. The debris was everywhere there were destroyed cars and trees, all the wires had been pulled down. I saw our city destroyed and we responded as best we could,” said Chief of Police Erik Glass.

Jan, a survivor, states, “I rode out the storm I couldn’t stand waiting in line in my car.  I didn’t expect it to be so bad but I survived.  I had previously stocked up on non-perishableables and water.  I filled my tub with water to flush my toilets and sat in the inner most room and waited.    I got up when it was over found that a large Oak crashed through the front of my house.  I found the electricity and cell towers out.  It was an eerie silence without cars rolling over the dirt roads beside my house.”

Bus Characters

I have another new start for the novel.  In this start the passengers of the bus coming into town discover that the town has been all but abandoned.  This post will include descriptions of all of the characters boarding the bus.

Andrea board the bus to Kingsboro around 7:00AM.  The driver, a thirty-some divorcee, stared out the front window not even acknowledging her entrance.

“How’s it going?”  She said as she approached.

“I was bit by a frick’n dog this morning and now my head hurts like never before.  Other then that I’m great.”

Andrea waited a couple seconds then dropped a dollar in change in the worn glass box that collected it.  She stepped into the aisle and had to hold on to the first chair because the driver started forward.  After she regained her footing she searched for a seat.  The bus was empty for the most part but for a mother, child and another man she didn’t know.  The woman had a child sleeping in her arms and the unknown man was splayed out on the brown plastic seat with his head against the window.  The man’s long legs and feet lay in the aisleway and Andrea had to step over them to get to the back of the bus.

The first stop was a flag stop, a small abandoned railroad station just outside Junction Rd.  A man, around 50 or so, stood uneasily outside the bus door.  He wore an cowboy hat and held a large amber bottle in his right hand.  The cowboy stepped into the bus and fell immediatly.  His hat fell off his head and landed next to the driver’s seat.  The driver looked down upon the hat and then slowly picked it up and set it on his own head.  The cowboy pushed himself up the bus stairs and grabbed a silver bar that sat to his left.  He lifted himself to his feet and then grabbed his large bottle.  The cowboy stood and stared at the driver who had returned to staring out the front window.

“Who do you think you are?”  said the drunk as he stood with his left hand holding the silver bar tightly.  “Give me back my god damn hat.”

“You ain’t got any money old man,” the driver said with a severe tone, “just sit down and be glad I’m taking you anywhere.”

The old man stood scowling and just about fell back down the bus stairs when the driver lurched the bus forward.  The driver reached out instictively and saved him.  He then let go and the old man stumbled into a first row seat.

The next stop was at the corner of Water and Junction.  A nurse in a blue uniform stood in front of the blue and white bus stop sign.  The bus stopped hard waking the unknown man from his slumber and forcing the drunk to spill his bottle on the floor.  The drunk swore loudly and the unknown man disappeared within his seat.  The nurse stepped into the bus, paid her fare and walked toward Andrea.  The driver threw the bus into gear and pushed forward with a loud chuckle.  The nurse fell into the drunk causing him to swear again several times.  She stood as the momentum of the bus matched her ability to fight it and continued down the aisle.

“What is wrong with that driver,”  the said as she came closer to Andrea.

“I don’t know,” Andrea said, “he said he had a headache is all I know.”

“Must be quite a headache,” the nurse found a seat two row up from Andrea and sat down.

— Next stop is at the bus station.  While at the station Andrea watches a dramatic scene of cops arresting an angry 20 something.  The scene shows the 20 something face first on the ground.  There are three cops around him with one on his back handcuffing him.  While they are doing this the bus is being filled with passengers.  When they leave Andrea notices the handcuffed man attacking the cops and biting one viciously.  He tackles him to the ground and continues to try and eat them…

Deep Brain Stimulation

“Brain pacemakers” are used to treat people who suffer from epilepsy, Parkinson’s disease, major depression and other diseases. The pacemaker is a medical device that is implanted into the brain to send electrical signals into the tissue. Depending on the area of the brain that is targeted, the treatment is called deep brain stimulation, or cortical stimulation. Brain stimulation may be used both in treatment and prevention. Pacemakers may also be implanted outside the brain, on or near the spinal cord (spinal cord stimulation), and around cranial nerves such as the vagus nerve (vagus nerve stimulation), and on or near peripheral nerves.


“Brain pacemakers” are used to treat people who suffer from epilepsy, Parkinson’s disease, major depression and other diseases. The pacemaker is a medical device that is implanted into the brain to send electrical signals into the tissue. Depending on the area of the brain that is targeted, the treatment is called deep brain stimulation, or cortical stimulation. Brain stimulation may be used both in treatment and prevention. Pacemakers may also be implanted outside the brain, on or near the spinal cord (spinal cord stimulation), and around cranial nerves such as the vagus nerve (vagus nerve stimulation), and on or near peripheral nerves. Ref…

Helpful writing sites

Good Character Description Site– Just gives an idea for each character.  This is the idea I need to have for my characters.

Bus Stop stories

The Jesus Syndrome

The wooden attic hatch shook violently.  Andrea clung to Derrick as both pressed against the far wall.  The light from the hallway peeked from the banging hatch causing a nerve-wracked Andrea to scream incessantly.  Dr. Stein stood silently staring out the small attic window.  The street below was covered with stumbling undead zombies.  Many were missing arms and other parts necessary for life, but of course these monsters didn’t need anything but a brain. 

The brain was an interesting puzzle, Dr. Stein thought as he stared down upon them.  He wondered how the body operated without the fluids pumping through it.  The brain had to have some electrical connection, but from where?  Modern medicine managed to keep humans alive long after the body had given up.  We, the medical community, had been able to keep the brain alive when all our training told us the patient was dead from ears down. 

How had KMR managed to create an electrical generator to keep the brains of these zombie’s alive?  If you think about it would be a logical progression of our bioelectrical evolution.  It would likely involve a small device attached to the spine that fed electricity to the brain. 

I need to get my hands on one of those zombies.  I need to know how they did it?

Journal Entry 1-12-09

I’m so upset that Heroes is not on right now….!!!

Anyways…I wanted to write about a curious section on my book.  Originally it was in a prison but I am going to rewrite the whole thing…

Derrick moved passed the large double doors into the experimental labs.  A brightly lit hallway sat in front of him with doors on either side.  Derrick stepped forward looking for room 10.  Frightened by the threat from Edgar he kept his eyes forward and did not look into the small windows in each door.  He could hear feet shuffling within the rooms but nothing to indicate that men were being tortured.

“I don’t know where Andrea can get that idea,” Derrick said to him self.  “This is a professional business enviroment…”

Derrick really didn’t believe much of the bull coming from his head.  He just knew he needed this job and should do what he was told…

Room 10 stood to his left.  Derrick turned and looked into the small window.  The room was larger then he had expected.  Six rows of tables sat within it with men sitting upon benches beside the tables like Macy’s maniquins.  A computer terminal stood, centered, at the end of the room.  A large male nurse, in a white apron, stood beside the terminal talking to a curly haired doctor in a blue hospital coat.

Derrick opened the room door and it made a loud click.  The men sitting at the tables turned their heads at once causing Derrick to step back against the room wall.  The frightening unison of it all.  The unnatural disipline was unnerving.  Derrick walked as close to the wall as he could, all the while feeling each and every one of the men staring at him.  He quickened his pace and managed to make it to the terminal.  The nurse in the apron laughed and introduced himself as Nurse Aaron Rogers.  He had an strong handshake and a smile.

How can anyone smile in a freakfilled room like this, Derrick thought and he looked ahead at the men.  They had stopped staring at him and were staring at the white wall to the right of him.  The kitchen, a simple stove, refrigerator and sink within a recess in the wall, stood behind him.

“The computer stopped working,” Aaron said pointing toward a black screen.

“Let me see what I can do,” Derrick said bravely.  The curly-haired doctor nodded and left for the entrance.  Aaron stood behind Derrick.

Derrick stepped forward, and looked at the men sitting behind the tables again.  Something he hadn’t noticed before struck him.  The men were restrained by chains.  Each one was connected at the left ankle by an iron cuff then a short chain to the next man’s left ankle.  A lump grew large within Derrick’s throat and he swallowed hard.  He squated and pulled the computer from the small wooden stand it sat in.  He checked all the connections and found they were all secure.

“Where is this connected to?”  Derrick asked.

“In front,” Aaron said pointing to the front of the wooden stand.  Derrick walked to the front and squated again.  He tugged on the connection and found that it was loose.  He pushed it in and heard the computer boot up.

“Thank God,” Aaron said from behind the stand.  Derrick stood and turned toward the men sitting at the tables and instantly noticed half a dozen staring at him hungrily.  Why only 6?  He wondered but walked quickly around the stand and checked the terminal.  It seemed to be working fine.  He looked up and the same 6 continued to stare.

His legs began to jelly and he had to leave soon before he became a mass of jellied skin.  Aaron seemed happy with the performance of his terminal but wouldn’t allow Derrick to leave.  He looked up at the men sitting and clapped his hands together.  The men stood at once creating a large elongated snap then began to file from the room toward and exit in the far rear corner.

“You can leave once they do,” Aaron told him sternly.

Once the last man left the room Derrick walked quickly toward the door and exited.  He waked with vigor toward the hallway exit and stepped out.  He took a huge breath and fell to his knees.

“What the fuck was that?”  He said not usually swearing but couldn’t hold back.  “This is not a normal job.  I need to get out of here.”

A new beginning

I want to describe the town…The thought comes to mind of a new person riding in a bus to a new town.  Andrea is the new person riding in the bus.  The bus is driving North from a small town named Lake Adams.  This is the first time Andrea has ridden into the city. 

Kingboro is a good sized city, Andrea thought as the bus passed over the invisible city limit line.  Skyscapers towered over the four-lane expressway that took the bus downtown.  It was 2:00 in the afternoon, the sunlight bowed behind the steel and glass when the bus passed. 

“Are you excited,” her mother asked her before she left home this morning. 

“Of course I’m excited,” Andrea replied but she was extremely concerned or doubtful…maybe both. 

Kingboro Research and Development called her a mire three days ago.  They asked for an interview and she agreed.  They then proceeded to ask her a pocketful of questions like: 

“How did you like your last job?”

“Did you get along with your boss?”

“Would you say that you a loyal to a fault?”

“Can we count on you to show up for work no matter what happens?”

“Yes, yes, yes and yes,” she had said. 

“Do you agree that science is the root of all evil?”

This question was a bit off but she answered with a firm “No”.  Then added, “Science is what holds our civilization togather.  Nothing evil has yet come from science.” 

“Good, I need to transfer you to our Human Resources Director”

After a short Billy Joel tune the receiver was picked up and a woman answered the phone.

“This is Rebecca St. John.  Is this Andrea Tomlinson?”  She began, “Is this your real name?  No aliases or police record.”

“No,” Andrea replied, “I’ve barely been out of my mothers house except for school and work.”

“Good,”  Rebecca said. 

This all felt so rushed.  Rebecca spoke quickly.  The previous interview took less the 15 minutes.  Why were they in such a hurry. 

“When can you start?”  Rebecca replied. 

Andrea was struck dumb for several seconds then replied that she would need at least a week to tell her current employer and then find a place to live in the city. 

“How about you started on Wednesday?”   It was as if the woman had not even heard her. 

“You need to hang up the phone right now,” she told herself but, due to some malfunction in her brain she agreed to start on Wednesday. 

When Andrea told her mother she practically leapt from her favorite overstuffed chair and embraced Andrea.

“Do you know that Kingboro Research and Development is the single largest employer in the county?” 

“Yes, I know that mom,”  Andrea said. 

“Do you know they pay their employees twice the amount everyone else pays for the same work?” 

“Yes, mom,” Andrea said becoming gloomy. 

“Then why are you so glum?”  Her mother asked.

“Something doesn’t feel right,”  Andrea said.  A large thump brought her back to the present. 

The bus had cleared the center of town and it was moving slowly toward a large fenced compound.  Upon the fence a sign was secured and it said:

Kingsboro Pentitentary

Established Jun 1958

Intake in the rear

The prison loomed 500 feet from the road.  The large brick walls of the main complex went up nearly 6 stories.  The windows were barred and very small.  To the left of the building was an outdoor recreaction area that had four basketball hoops and a curved fence for baseball.  20 or 30 men stood outside, some playing basketball and others just standing around talking to each other. 

“I’d hate to be in there,” she thought. 

The prison passed and the bus approached a couple houses sitting just outside the prison grounds.  Andrea wondered curiously about the residents of the houses.  Living so close to prison grounds…didn’t they worry about break outs or riots. 

“Must not,” she concluded. 

The bus passed several more houses then began to slide into a left turning lane.  A large single-story complex sat 2 to 3000 yards from the expressway.  The bus slowed then turned onto a small street in front of the complex..